Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2015 22:20:38 -0700
From: Jaime Fitz Sandoval
Subject: Straight Lines and straight Guys - Chapter 3
Ever since last night, all I could think about was Aiden. I literally was
obsessed. I couldn't deny it any longer.
I looked for his face in the crowds at school, hoping he might be walking
to class and I might be able to get a glimpse of his beautifully tan arms
moving under his thin shirt, or maybe just get to see his deep dimples as
he smiles at something his friend says. The thought of him alone made my
heart skip and my cock twitch.
All of the things we had done so far were incredible, but I wanted to do
more. I wanted to try different places and positions and ideas and anything
in between. I wasn't particularly experience, I'd only been with two guys
before I met Aiden, but when the sexual chemistry is there you just
know. Your body takes over and tells you what to do. And even if you've
never done it before, there's no stopping it once it's started. And trust
me, it's started.
Aiden and I probably wouldn't see each other until tomorrow, when our math
class meets again, but I had to get a hold of him today. I don't think I'll
be able to wait until tomorrow. I was at a constant state of arousal and
the only way to shake it would be to bust a nut in the presence of
Aiden. This would be a lot easier if I had his number, but I didn't want to
ask him for it in case he felt like he was getting picked up or getting
into some sort of romantic situation. Not that I would be opposed to
that...but I hadn't so much thought of that as much as I'd thought about
him being the first guy to ever fuck my tight virgin hole.
A part of me wanted to fuck someone else a few times so I could really get
the hang of it and be really good by the time Aiden and I got to that
point, but another part of me wanted me to wait for him to pop my
cherry. It wouldn't be too hard to find a volunteer to teach me how to take
a dick, but once I did that I would never be able to say that this straight
hottie Aiden was my first.
After looking for him for a good two hours, I finally gave up and decided
to go study at the library. There weren't too many people there today, so I
managed to snag a cozy spot on the corner of the third floor, a few shelves
between me and the private study rooms. I grabbed a couple of pillows from
the sofa lounge and made a little setup for myself and my books. I place my
math book on top of my lap in order to keep my mind on my homework on not
on my semi-hardon pushing through my gym shorts.
Of course, that plan never works because the book just ends up rubbing your
dick just so, making it even harder than it was before. Within five minutes
of sitting down, I was palming myself through my shorts, making sure nobody
was looking my way. Looking all the way down the aisle I could see the
mouth of the stairs and could easily spot anyone walking up to the third
floor, and off to the right I could see the tinted windows of the private
study rooms, some with the lights on and students inside, and others locked
shut for repairs. I wouldn't be able to see anyone coming from the left
side of the third floor since I was nestled in the corner, but it was
unlikely anyone would choose to come this way rather than heading straight
for the stairs. The lounge-like appeal of our school library's first couple
of floors led most people to study down there, leaving the last floor to
the people who needed to use the reference books, or who, like me, just
wanted to get away from everyone.
After taking all the risks into consideration, I reached inside my boxers
and grabbed my hard cock with a firm fist. I almost moaned out loud at how
good it felt to apply pressure to my raging hardon. I stroked it softly,
being careful not to touch the head or I would surely let out a moan this
time. I played with my balls as well, feeling the thin hairs and small
beads of sweat that gather just under them and before my ass crack
began. Fuck it felt so good. I let my eyes close, but kept my ears
attentive to any sounds of footsteps or approaching students. I tried to
imagine that it was Aiden stroking my cock, and that made my cock leak a
big fat drop of precum that slid down to my fingers. Damn, the thought of
him alone turned me on so much.
I don't know how long I was exploring myself, but I must have gotten lost
in my own body because I didn't realize there was someone standing over me
until they cleared their throat.
FUCK! I thought as I yanked my hands out of my shorts and opened my
eyes. FUCK! I thought again as I realize who was standing over me with a
cocky, deep-dimpled grin on his face. Either I have a really great
imagination, or I really just got caught stroking off to Aiden by none
other than Aiden himself.
"You really are into the public shit, aren't you?" he asked with a smug
expression. His mojo was back and in full swing. Any sign of the fear he
had last time I saw him in the parking lot was gone. He sat down next to
me, moving some papers out of the way so he could take a seat on one of the
pillows.
"Are you sure you want to be seen with me?" I asked, trying to make sure he
wasn't going to do something he would regret, like letting me stroke his
cock in the bathroom last time.
"Relax, we're just sitting in the library. I don't have my cock up your ass
or anything," he said laughing nonchalantly. Him mentioning his cock and my
ass made me cough in surprise and even my asshole tightened. The effect
this guy had on me was unreal.
"Where did you come from? I didn't even hear you walk up," I said, worried
that maybe he wasn't the only person who had seen my self-exploration
behind the atlases.
"I was studying with my film crew in the group study room. You're lucky
they decided to take the elevator instead of coming this route or they
would have all seen you, buddy," he laughed. It was weird, him calling me
buddy. It was like we were soccer teammates or something, not as if I had
sucked him dry twice already. I didn't dislike it, though. The close
comradery and him being only a few inches from my body reminded me of the
waiting hardon snaking its way up my thigh.
"Were you thinking about me?" he asked. The look on his face told me that
he already knew the answer to that. Now that the shock of getting caught
stroking off wore off, I was finally able to take in his beautiful body. He
was wearing all black today: black sneakers, loose black pants, and a white
t-shirt, and black hat. His bulging arms stretched at the sleeves, making
his tan skin look nice and tight. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch,
but I knew I couldn't. Just because I like the risk of getting caught
doesn't mean he does too.
Just then, he caught me by surprise and grabbed my hand and slowly place it
on his crotch. His pants were made of a thin material so I could perfectly
make out his soft cock on my palm and his balls on my fingertips. He looked
at me with wild eyes, as if this was the craziest thing he had ever done in
his life, but a pleased grin played on his lips telling me he liked the
rush. After a few seconds, he place my hand back on my lap and let out a
deep breath.
"Fuck," I whispered under my breath. Having him tell me he needs me to
touch him like that, in a public space like this, made my drip precum like
a faucet. He didn't need to say a word, but his body language told me all I
needed to know.
"That was hot dude, now I see why you're into this shit," he said. Now he
really had me going.
"That was nothing, dude," I said, acting as if touching his cock just now
wasn't the hottest thing I had ever experienced before.
His ego looked bruised, "What do you mean? That was fucking hot." Just the
reaction I wanted.
"That was child's play. What do you say we take it farther? The higher the
risk, the higher the reward," I grinned at him. He looked intrigued. He got
up and did a quick sweep of the third floor and returned with a smile on
his face.
"There's only one group in the study rooms and three girls at the far
corner of the floor. We should be fine," he said, unbuttoning his pants and
unzipping them quickly.
"Uh-uh," I said. I meant it when I said that the higher the risk, the
higher the reward. Now was time to take a big risk.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Anything I do, you gotta return the favor," I told him, gesturing to my
bulging shorts.
"What the fuck, man. Why do you have to ruin this?" he asked, a disgusted
look on his face. For a second I thought he was going to get up and walk
away, but the fact that he stayed told me he just needed a bit of cajoling.
"We're buddies, Aiden. Buddies help each other out sometimes. They just
don't go around telling people," I reasoned. He seemed to argue with
himself internally, then in a sudden movement he put his hand on my
knee. His hand was shaking and the scared look returned to his face. It was
like he was afraid to touch me the way I've touched him several times, but
he knew he was going to do it anyways.
"It's just skin bro, you're not even touching me. It's just through my
shorts," I whispered as I put my hand on his. We had the save skin color,
making our hands blend into one big group of fingers as I slid them down my
thigh. About halfway up my thigh, his fingers touched the head of my cock
and I immediately tensed up. Fuck! This is the first time Aiden has ever
touched my dick! I can't believe this straight stud is actually doing it. I
thought I was destined to suck him off without reciprocation, not that I
would complain at all, but him touching me was going to add more depth to
this friendship.
I let go of his hand and let him making his way from the head of my cock
down to the base. He looked around nervously, then he allowed himself to
relax a bit and cup my balls softly. Then he made his way back up to the
head, feeling it softly with his fingers. I was so fucking aroused I
thought I would cum just from his sweet caresses, so I made him put his
hand back to himself before I busted.
"That felt great, bro," I said, overemphasizing the friendly aspect of what
we were doing. Even though I knew there was nothing "friendly" going on
here on my part.
"Yeah," he said chuckling nervously. I could tell it wasn't as bad as he
thought. Still, I'm not convinced he actually enjoyed it. He didn't get
hard from it from what I could tell.
Aiden unzipped his pants again and pulled them down a few inches lower than
they already were, then gestured at his white boxer briefs as if telling me
it was my turn. I know he wanted me to rub him through his boxers, but I
decided to take it a bit farther. I reached under his waistband and grabbed
his cock, which started to harden immediately. He let out a soft moan as my
fingers grazed his head and he closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in
the feeling of my warm grip applying pressure onto his now rock-hard
cock. I was looking around to make sure no one walked in on me with my
hands down Aiden's pants, but I just wanted to look at his beautiful cock
being manipulated by my hungry hands. I wanted to badly to lean over and
kiss Aiden's beautiful neck, but I knew that we had to be discreet. Still,
I couldn't help giving him a quick, wet kiss on the neck. He moaned and his
cock twitched at the feeling of my lips on his skin. I pulled my hand out
and went back to sitting down inconspicuously.
He and I both knew well what came next, but I could tell he wasn't going to
do it without some coaching.
"It's not a big deal, Aiden. Just some skin," I said.
"I don't know, dude. I've never touched another dude's cock before. At
least not like this," Aiden responded with a knot in his throat.
"Not like this?" I asked.
"Yeah, I mean when me and my buddies were swimming or just horseplaying we
pretty much touched each other everywhere," he said.
"Then how is this different?" I asked him.
"I'm not stupid, Fitz. I know what this is. I know how into it you are, and
I know you get off on it. For me this is all brand new. I'm still trying to
figure out if this is what I want. `Cuz once I do, there's no going back
from that," he confessed. So he hadn't fallen for my "bro-games" but he was
still exploring my body willingly. So what did that mean?
"You're still gonna be the same person whether you touch another dude or
not, Aiden. Just try to do what your body is telling you to do, then think
about what that means for you later. If you live your life restricted by
your own fears you'll never try anything new," I told him.
His face softened, and he let his hand slowly wander to my upper thigh. I
held my breath as he reached to my waistband and reached inside. My pubes
tickled his finger tips and he stopped. I could tell he was about to
withdraw, but I put my hand on his arm and rubbed it softly, calming his
nerves. I loved feeling his skin, but even more I loved being able to calm
him down. All of the swagger in his body had turned into liquid fear and
curiosity and suddenly I saw a mirror image of myself at fifteen, touching
my best friend's dick below the covers at a slumber party. He had never had
that experience, but this was it for him. This was the point of no return,
one of many.
After about a minute, he finally reached down and put his hand on my
rock-hard cock. It reacted to his touch, standing up at attention. He
looked up at me and smiled nervously. He let his fingers graze every inch
of it back and forth a few times before finally grabbing it with a full
fist, then releasing it. He was treating it like a ball of play-dough,
kneading it and getting a hold of the feeling and consistency. It was a
foreign substance to him that he was equally scared of and intoxicated
by. His cock was rock hard against his leg, I reckon that boner would have
gone away by now if he wasn't still at least partially aroused.
When his fingers reached my soaking wet head, I swore I was going to bust a
nut, but I held him arm and made him stop the soft stroking until I
recovered. The last thing I wanted to do was blow my load all over his hand
on his first time touching a dick. He would be traumatized and have a long,
awkward walk to the bathroom to get cleaned off.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps coming up the staircase directly in front
of us reached our ears. He immediately withdrew his hand and scooched over
a few inches so that only I would be within eyesight of whoever was coming
up the stairs. I did my best to tuck my boner into the leg of my boxer
briefs so it wouldn't stick straight up, but I only managed to push it down
a little bit before a young Asian girl entered the third floor.
"I better go," Aiden said, grabbing his backpack and standing up.
"We haven't even finished yet," I whispered, urging him to sit back down
and finish what he...well, almost finished.
"Finish yourself off, I'm gonna have to," he said pointing at the bulge
snaking down his left pant leg.
"It doesn't have to be that way," I said, giving him a flirty wink.
"What do you have in mind?" he asked, matter-of-factly.
"Give me your number. I'll text you around seven. Make sure you don't
finish yourself off. That load is mine."
(Thanks for reading and for all your kind e-mails! Your suggestions are
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